In the hotel room, Qing Chen crushed the Bluetooth earpiece underfoot.
This time, he hadn't brought the earpiece to eavesdrop on the other party's deployment plan.
After all, he had used this trick too many times, and the enemy would certainly be aware of it. Even if some information came through the earpiece, it could be misleading.
So instead of painstakingly listening to and analyzing information, it was better not to see or hear anything at all.
Tonight, Qing Chen would move to his own rhythm.
Everyone had to follow his rhythm.
Qing Chen searched the assassin's body but found no firearms on the one in the room.
It seemed that firearms were not abundant at Huan Yu's, at least not enough to equip every assassin.
Qing Chen pondered what Huan Yu's identity could be in the Inner World.
He now had roughly three clues.
The first clue was that back on Laojun Mountain, he didn't understand guns.
But now he did, and even knew all the models and calibers of handguns in the Inner World.
So when he took the firearms from the last assassin, he recognized that the handgun, silencer, and subsonic bullets all came from the Inner World.
The Woodpecker K24 model, 5.4mm caliber, with a subsonic bullet velocity of 310 meters per second that doesn't create a sonic boom.
Huan Yu had the capability to transport large items like firearms from the Inner World—or rather, someone under him did.
No wonder they could procure so many handguns in an environment with strict gun control.
The second clue was that the Taboo ACE-017 Devil's Stamp in Huan Yu's possession should be controlled by a certain consortium.
The third clue was that Huan Yu had too many people under him.
Even if the enemy employed strange tactics, having so many subordinates in just over a month was highly unreasonable.
Unless these subordinates were Time Travelers controlled by a consortium, which could afford such efficiency.
After several encounters with Huan Yu, one thing Qing Chen could clearly feel was that the enemy's thugs were gradually becoming well-trained assassins.
Those assassins might have been Ordinary People before the cross-time travel, and only systematic, long-term training could yield such results.
The third clue also corroborated the second one.
Therefore, Qing Chen was now certain that Huan Yu was either one of the ruling figures within a consortium or a direct descendant of a ruling faction.
As for whether the other party was from the Li Family, Qing's Family, Chen Clan, Deer Island, or Jindai, Qing Chen was still unsure.
But if Xian City was indeed the base of Huan Yu's operations, then which consortium was controlling City No. 16 that corresponded to Xian City? The Chen Clan, Qing's Family!
Wait, Qing Yi wasn't from City No. 16, which meant, could Qing Yi indeed not be Huan Yu?
The next moment, he opened the window of the hotel and agilely climbed out.
To a Knight, a five-story building was nothing.
Anyone who had climbed sheer cliffs wouldn't find this challenging.
Next to the Vienna Hotel lobby, inside the bar.
The classmates sat nervously; they didn't know what had happened and had only heard from Xu Zimo that they seemed to have been dragged into a conflict between Time Travelers.
All they had to do was wait in the bar for the situation to resolve.
This was what Xu Zimo said, including the math teacher Tian Hailong, no one questioned it, as there was no reason for Xu Zimo to joke about such matters.
"Zi Mo, can you tell us what exactly happened?" Xia Xiaoran asked curiously.
"I promised someone I can't tell," Xu Zimo shook her head.
Qing Chen had specifically asked her not to tell anyone else before he left.
"Is it Qing Chen?" Wang Jiale asked curiously, "It's not hard to guess. You left with him during dinner, and when you came back, he was nowhere to be seen."
Xu Zimo didn't want to lie. She simply took out her phone and started reviewing correction questions.
Correction questions meant recording all the problems one got wrong in the past, then periodically reviewing them to verify the mastery of the knowledge points.
This was a method most top students used.
However, Xu Zimo was only pretending to review questions at the moment; her mind had long since drifted elsewhere.
Soon, Xiao Ying came downstairs again. He introduced himself, "Hello everyone, I am Xiao Ying from the Kunlun organization. I know you're here to represent Los Angeles City High School in the math competition, but you'll have to bear with us until the event is over. Don't worry, it will certainly be over before 12 o'clock."
Zhou Xuanying asked, "Is it because Qing Chen caused some trouble? Then why should we wait here because of the trouble he caused? We have the competition tomorrow."
"It's not that he caused trouble," Xiao Ying's smile began to fade, "The organization targeting Qing Chen tonight killed who knows how many people back on Laojun Mountain. If you want to be killed in the future, then just let such organizations grow stronger. He's doing what you cannot do. If you think the competition is so important, go back to your rooms to study; your safety is no longer my concern."
Zhou Xuanying opened his mouth but said nothing more.
Actually, had Zheng Yuandong or Lu Yuan been present, Xiao Ying would be punished for saying such things.
But in the battle on Laojun Mountain, both Wrench and Hawthorn died on the mountain, and Qing Chen had avenged them.